Electricity. Yes, that could-- could it? But the method...
Loki ducks below a metal fist and gives a rough and desperate shove, teeth bared and jaw clenched, trying to gain just enough leverage to send one machine toppling back into the other – but no good. No good, and so with a noise of irritation he slips between them and waits. Waits, just a few moments, just until he feels the force of the blows coming towards him and then he blinks out of existence to the tune of metal impacting metal.
Not far. Not very far at all, just to Stark's side. You can rewire a machine, but you can rewire a body too, if you know how. Make it more... conductive.
“I apologise,” he says quickly, breathlessly, and then his hand is clasped on Tony's shoulder. It's going to hurt, inevitably will, both the magic and Loki's touch, a touch which, were it not for the fact that his hand rests against Tony's shirt for only the space of a few seconds, would be cold enough to burn.
This is a gamble. Expending so much of his energy like this in one go, this is risky. This could put him out of commission for days if it goes wrong, at very least. But it's a careful gamble, as they go. Of the three of them, Stark knows most about machines, about where to direct the assault. And so Loki gives him direct control, pours so much of himself into him that there's little enough left. Just enough to keep him standing, to keep him strong enough and quick enough to distract the machines for a little while longer.
Control of the magic he's granted Tony should be instinctual, natural, but it won't last and it can't be used wantonly. Most of all it's dangerous, perfectly capable of harming any of them. That much Loki attempts to impart with it, along with a sense of urgency, before he's away again, that painful touch withdrawn and his attention focused back on the machines.
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Loki ducks below a metal fist and gives a rough and desperate shove, teeth bared and jaw clenched, trying to gain just enough leverage to send one machine toppling back into the other – but no good. No good, and so with a noise of irritation he slips between them and waits. Waits, just a few moments, just until he feels the force of the blows coming towards him and then he blinks out of existence to the tune of metal impacting metal.
Not far. Not very far at all, just to Stark's side. You can rewire a machine, but you can rewire a body too, if you know how. Make it more... conductive.
“I apologise,” he says quickly, breathlessly, and then his hand is clasped on Tony's shoulder. It's going to hurt, inevitably will, both the magic and Loki's touch, a touch which, were it not for the fact that his hand rests against Tony's shirt for only the space of a few seconds, would be cold enough to burn.
This is a gamble. Expending so much of his energy like this in one go, this is risky. This could put him out of commission for days if it goes wrong, at very least. But it's a careful gamble, as they go. Of the three of them, Stark knows most about machines, about where to direct the assault. And so Loki gives him direct control, pours so much of himself into him that there's little enough left. Just enough to keep him standing, to keep him strong enough and quick enough to distract the machines for a little while longer.
Control of the magic he's granted Tony should be instinctual, natural, but it won't last and it can't be used wantonly. Most of all it's dangerous, perfectly capable of harming any of them. That much Loki attempts to impart with it, along with a sense of urgency, before he's away again, that painful touch withdrawn and his attention focused back on the machines.